I looked in his eyes and saw That they reflected the gleaming stars. I perceived what he was hiding in his soul Which was filled with the unhealing scars. The burning pain of treason was still alive And there was nothing to believe in. He buried dead hopes to find the love Before him only sorrow could be seen. I took his hand and led him Through the dark enchanted tunnels of the past. He revealed to me what he feared, I showed him the love could last. ______________________ Every pain is the better reminder of what we are. It makes us start to look for truth. We can find it in faith, in our closest friends or in love. Just believe that you won’t always loose.